Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.